There is a funny little thing about meaning. It’s not inherent. Nothing means anything until after we experience, asses, label and judge it. We drive down the road and there is a sign. That sign does not mean that this is an intersection where we should stop until we have experienced the sign, remembered what it symbolizes, and brought up the associated meaning. It is only at that last point that the shape and contrasting colors mean anything.
The same is true of expressions that cross our loved ones faces, turns of phrase, language in general and the announcement of a sale at Macy’s.
Nothing has meaning until after we assign it, consciously or unconsciously. When I took Landmark Education’s Forum weekend one of the important distinctions I learned was that the human brain is, essentially, a meaning making machine. (I personally cannot recommend the Forum enough, and cannot recommend Landmark Education as a life choice at all. I am very grateful for what I learned, and very grateful that I got out before I sank too far into the cult which Landmark education ultimately is.)
Meaning always comes after an occasion, after an experience, after an event.
That means that this very moment, as it is, has no meaning whatsoever. It is only once it has passed that meaning arises. In this present moment we are utterly free of meaning and restriction. Now is only as it is.
Within that instant of freedom we can bask…. but just for now. 😉